And blinks his Eyes, and hops about,
And likes the pleasant Air, no doubt.
XIX.
There were three nice, fat little pigs. The first was small, the second was smaller, and the third was the smallest of all. And these three little pigs thought of going out into the woods to gather acorns, for there were better acorns there than here.
“There’s a great ogre who lives over yonder in the woods,” says the barn-yard cock.
“And he will eat you up, body and bones,” says the speckled hen.
“And there will be an end of you,” says the black drake.
“If folks only knew what was good for them, they would stay at home and make the best of what they had there,” said the old grey goose who laid eggs under the barn, and who had never gone out into the world or had had a peep of it beyond the garden-gate.